My phone has continued to vibrate in my bag the whole time John and I are at lunch. I feel a little bad for avoiding him the way I have. I just needed time and information. I know I’m ready to face him now.
Marco
She won’t answer my calls. She won’t return my texts. I have got to get her to let me explain. Even if she never wants to see me again because of my fucked-upness I can’t let her leave me thinking that’s all she was to me, a plaything. I have not had feelings for a woman in years, and even then I don’t think I felt about her the way I do about Elizabeth. Elizabeth makes me feel that I can be happy, fully, completely and totally happy, not just with her but with life, with me, with tomorrow and forever. She makes me feel that anything and everything is possible. And if I’ve hurt her, I know that I’ve hurt her, but if I can at least make her see that she is so much more, that she has made life worth living for me, I’ll understand if she has to walk away from someone like me but I can’t let her go until I make her understand.
And knowing she could be with John right now and the things they could be doing is hell. The waiting is killing me. Each minute is torturous, going on and on and on. Every time my phone dings or every time I think I hear something outside my door I practically jump out of my skin. I want to kick myself for unpacking those damn pictures. Why the fuck did I do that?
Chapter Fourteen
Elizabeth
I know this man. He has entered into places within me, places I thought were irreparable, broken and destroyed. He’s healed me and brought me back to life. It’s because of this I know what I am to him, what he needs me to be. It’s time for me to face him and give myself to him.
I let myself into his condo with the keys he gave me. Marco jumps when I enter. He’s so beautiful he intoxicates me. Seeing him always makes my heart beat faster. He’s wearing black jeans and a black T, probably the same thing he had on this morning when he left to meet Brian. It should be illegal to look this good but he looks disheveled and a little unkempt. He was sitting on the couch reading the paper when I came in and now he’s standing nervously waiting for me to say something. We’re quietly looking at each other, each nervous about what the other is going to say or do. The expression on his face is full of pain and worry but he doesn’t say anything. He’s waiting for me.
Finally, he breaks the silence. “Elizabeth…” The word is so low, choked almost.
I raise my hand to stop him from saying anything more, his eyes widen, pleading.
“You want me to be your plaything, Marco? Show me, show me how much you want it.”
He looks confused and I can tell he’s searching his mind for what I mean. Then I see realization beginning to dawn on him followed by his inner struggle aa he silently fighta with himself.
“I haven’t submitted to a woman in a very long time, Elizabeth.”
I can hear the uncertainty in his voice.
“There are no other women, Marco, only me.” My tone is firm and sure, I have complete control.
He slowly lowers to his knees, his eyes never leaving mine.
“Please, Elizabeth,” he says quietly, his tone sure.
I walk slowly to his kneeling body and place my hand on his hair, running my fingers through its beautiful fullness.
“Please what, Marco?” It’s almost a whisper.
He hesitates before he answers, being certain he tells me exactly what he wants.
“Please take me, make me yours.” There is a deep longing in his subdued plea.
“I’m going to take you, baby, but you’ve always been mine. Tonight I’m going to prove it to myself.”
His eyes look up at me full of emotion and…gratitude.
“We’re going to go into the bedroom, Marco, and I want you to strip for me. Then I want to you get out the vibrator, lube and flogger. I want you completely open for me. It’s my turn to play.”
His eyes widen and he licks his lips.
“Yes, Elizabeth.”
“Good, now let’s go.”
I hold my hand out to him, he takes it as he rises to his feet.
When we get in the bedroom I see he’s removed all the portraits, even mine. I take the chair from the corner of the room and move it to face the foot of the bed so I can watch him getting the items I asked for. Surprisingly, I am very calm considering I am going to flog someone for the first time. I sit back in the chair crossing my legs and rest my arms on the armrests tapping my fingernail, looking at him. He’s standing at the foot of the bed waiting for my instructions.
“Remove your clothes. I want to look at you.” My voice is becoming husky. The thrill of having control over this powerful man is making me heady.
He begins to slowly pull his shirt over his head and as each golden toned piece of his naked flesh is revealed my heart rate gets higher and higher.
“Give it to me,” I say holding my hand out for it. He places it in my hand watching my face for clues and any indications of what I am really feeling. He’s not sure if I’m serious or not.
“The pants please, Mr. Bond,” I say as a tremor of excitement runs through me.
The sound of his zipper fills the air triggering pulsing in my groin. He bends as he lowers his pants down his muscled thighs and images of him at the gym throwing kicks in the cage flash through my mind. It makes my mouth water. He steps out of the jeans and picks them up as he stands, then places them in my outstretched hand. I have a satisfied smirk on my face. I’m enjoying having him on guard and not knowing what’s happening.
“The underwear if you please,” I say raising an eyebrow looking at him like, you know what I want.
His erection is already showing beneath his black briefs before he begins to slide them down his slim hips.
“Turn around.” It’s an afterthought, the sight of his delicious ass does wonderful things to me and I have to watch it bending over and seeing his balls hanging from the front when he does. When did I get so naughty?
And that is exactly what I’m looking at right now, Marco’s glorious naked body with all of his muscles making mountains and valleys from the tops of his shoulders all the way down to his feet. He is everything male perfection, a god in the flesh brought to life but with the desires of a sinner, oozing power, masculinity, sex, and control. And he’s mine.
“Look at me, Marco.” My sense of control is beginning to take over. I want him in my hands to do with what I want. I want to hear him moan and sigh, saying my name in ecstasy.
He slowly turns with his underwear gripped in his hand. He’s fully hard now, and his cock is flushed with the blood filling it making the veins pop up and down the shaft. I want to run my tongue along them and taste his saltiness. I hold my hand out for his last piece of clothing and put it with the rest of them on the floor next to me.
“Touch yourself, Marco, squeeze your cock.”
I hear the suck of air he takes in and I see the surprise in his face. He’s never heard me use that word before. It’s obvious he likes it because his hard-on just flinched. He palms his shaft, begins to rub himself up and down before placing his hand at the base of the head and squeezing. Just what I wanted, some pre-cum comes out and begins to slide down the side of the head.
“Give it to me. I want to lick it on your finger.”
He takes his finger and gathers it up on the tip then holds it out for my mouth. I lean into him sticking out my tongue and suck his finger into my eager mouth. His eyes never leave my face.
I stand and move the chair back.
“Now undress me. But don’t touch me.”
The muscles in his jaw clench. It’s the only visible sign of his fight for control. It makes me smile.
He takes a step closer to me and I can feel his body heat and hear his breathing. I want to reach out and touch him but it’s too soon. I want him to suffer a little. He takes the hem of my shirt and slowly lifts it up and over my head then he moves behind me to undo my bra letting the straps slide down my arms on their own before pulling it
off. He comes back around to the front of me and squats to open the button to my jeans. My zipper is the only sound we hear besides the beating of our hearts and our heavy breathing. I place my hands on his shoulders so that I can step out of my pants. I feel him tense slightly under my touch. I keep my hands on him as he slides the panties down my legs and I wonder how wet they are from my excitement. He stands and places my clothes with his. And then he waits.
“Turn around and grab the posts high and separate your legs as far as you can.” This is not a request but a command.
Oh. My. God. The sight of this male beast stretched out between the bedposts with his muscles taut and flexing every time he shifts is more than I’d imagined. It’s going to be hard not to want to do this again and again just for this image right here alone. And that is precisely what I want to do, replace those images in my mind of those portraits with new ones. I want to burn the image of him submitting to me in my mind so that every time I think of this bed I will think of him and me. No one else.
I can’t resist touching him, running my hands along his smooth flesh and feeling his body under my palms. I want to memorize every nook, groove and crease of him. As one of my hands slides up the length of his back the other slides between his legs and cups his balls, stroking the smoothness of his shaft with my fingers. His head dips back and I hear him let out a slight moan.
“I’m going to flog you now, okay?”
I feel his erection twitch again and it makes me smile. He likes the idea.
“Yes, Elizabeth.” His voice is rough and strained, just like the rest of him.
I step back and pick up the flogger and run the tails through my hand. This thing does make music on the skin, I think to myself and smile. I begin to windmill it in the air the way I’ve seen him do before I move it to touch his skin. After I get the rhythm of it, I bring it to brush against his flesh, traveling down then up his body. Another moan comes from him, this one a little louder and longer. Watching him react to me, seeing his body respond and melt to my touch is the strongest aphrodisiac. It’s so heady and intoxicating, I’m getting high on it. I shift movements and flick the tails across his ass cheek then move it down his leg, then to the other side and up his leg then finish on the other cheek. I drop the flogger and lightly score my nails down the length of his back watching as the red lines rise to the surface showing my mark on him. I pick up the lube and squirt some in my hand.
“Turn around, my love, and lie on your back on the bed with your ass hanging off for me.”
Marco lowers his arms and slowly turns. His eyes are glazed with lust, his cock is rock hard and oozing and his fists are clenching and unclenching at his sides. Lowering his body to the bed he lies back with his ass hanging off, his balls tight and wrinkled and his erection screaming to come. And that vein is begging for my tongue.
I move between his legs and push them open as wide as they will go.
“Keep your legs open, Marco, and your arms over your head.”
The power I feel from having him at my mercy is incredible. I now know what he meant when he said bringing me pleasure gives him even greater pleasure. Everything I do to him spikes my arousal higher and higher.
I take a little lube from my one hand and spread it on the other. Kneeling down in front of him, I take his huge length in my hand and begin to glide my hand up and down it, twisting and turning around him with the lube making me glide along his steel flesh. I move my other hand to run my finger along the middle of his cheeks to relax him so he will open up for me. I bring my mouth to suck on the head of his cock and take his balls in one hand as I spread the lube over his hole, moving the tip of my finger in circles around the puckered entrance. I do what makes me crazy when he does it to me. I can tell by his body he’s beginning to ride that wave of his orgasm. He’s in that space between here and oblivion.
My wetness has completely coated me so that my thighs glide together squeezing my pussy. His cheeks have relaxed and opened up so as I suck him deep into my mouth I press my fingertip against his hole. Up and down I move my mouth, taking him to the back of my throat while keeping my finger at his entrance. He finally opens and lets me in. First just the tip of my finger gets pulled inside him. His moaning is becoming deeper and more intense. He pulls my finger in a little more, then a little more until finally my whole finger is inside him. I begin to suck him feverishly, devouring him as I start to turn my finger, twisting, then I bend it pushing on that magic spot inside him.
“Oh God, Elizabeth!” he roars as his cum explodes in my mouth. I keep sucking him as I rub that little place inside his ass.
“Stop, baby, stop!”
Payback is so sweet.
Taking one last suck on his head, I slowly pull my finger out.
“I’m not finished with you yet, Marco.”
“Oh God, Elizabeth,” he moans from where he’s lying on the bed.
He’s still hard, and I plan to get him like steel again. I pick up the vibrator and start at his hole. I hold his legs open and keep the tip of the vibrating head at the entrance as the shaft of the vibrator rests on his balls.
“Fuck, woman!” comes another roar from the beast and it’s all I can do to keep from chuckling out loud.
“Keep your hands over your head, Marco, don’t move.”
I hear a rumble coming from him as his erection fills with blood again and his veins bulge. I shift the vibrator so that it rests on his cock and his balls and I lower my mouth to lick up his length along that beautiful big vein.
“Slide up the bed, love. I’m going to fuck you now.”
He raises his head to look at me and there is so much adoration in his eyes. He lifts his body and moves farther onto the bed. I climb up the mountain that is him and straddle him, rubbing my body along him as I go. I set the vibrator down relishing how my skin ignites against his, the feel of him against me sets me on fire. It is intoxicating. Sliding my sheath down on his cock I fill myself with him and let out a gratifying moan as I begin to move, lying on top of him, gliding against him. His chest is under my face and I nibble him, here and there, leaving little love bites all over. Sitting up I grind against him, back and forth, up and down, wanting to ride him harder and harder, and I get higher and higher with each of my thrusts.
“I’m going to come, Marco.”
He picks up the vibrator and holds it against my clit and I shatter, exploding, as I ride him on that wave.
“Oh God, Marco!”
I take the vibrator from him and reach my hand behind me to place it under his balls. He grabs my hips and begins to pound me into him.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”
Slamming me into him, he comes and fills me with everything he has.
I collapse on top of him and his arms wrap around me, holding me close, stroking my back, as he buries his face in my hair. We just breathe, lying together, completely spent, lost in each other.
“It’s my turn to get the towel, baby, be right back,” I whisper and kiss his lips lightly.
I go into the bathroom and look at the woman in the mirror. I look the same but I feel different. I feel as if the person I was and used to be, the one who sat back and waited for things to happen, has finally let her reserve fall away exposing a stronger more vibrant woman. I feel free.
Marco comes in and joins me in the bathroom, closing the door behind him.
“Let’s take a shower together, Elizabeth, please?”
I smile up at him, this strong, sensitive man. “Okay.”
He turns the knobs and holds his hand out for me to come in when the water is hot. Marco doesn’t wash me; he worships my body with so much affection and love, it’s beautiful.
“Are you going to let me explain, Elizabeth?” His words are still laced with uncertainty.
We’re in bed. So much time has passed without anything being spoken, at least not with words, just our bodies speaking to each other with a soft touch, a graze of lips, flesh to flesh.
I look into his eye
s and I realize something.
“If you need to explain, Marco, then yes you can.”
He might need to, not for me but for him.
Marco
When I saw her at the door I was shocked. I didn’t know what to do. And when she took control and said she was going to prove to herself that I belonged to her, I thought I’d died and gone to heaven. Whatever she wanted I would do, and I’d never been happier to do what a woman wanted, my woman.
“First, I would never have had those pictures brought here if I’d known you before I organized everything for the move.”
“Marco, I know this. What I want to know is what am I to you?” She swings her hand out toward them. “Am I like the rest of them, just tell me so I know where I stand.” She studies my face, “You have to be honest, and if I am, it’s okay, that doesn’t mean I’ll leave…unless you want me to. Just know that you’re more than that to me.” It’s almost a whisper and is hard to hear but I heard ever word.
I hold her face gently in my hands so that she’s looking directly at me.
“You know you’re not, Elizabeth! Before you, my life was all about money, business, success. Being with a woman was only about pleasures of the flesh. That’s what those pictures were about. But with you, it’s like you cut me open and let the sun shine inside me and brought everything to life. You made me realize that I could be happy, that I wasn’t living but I’m alive with you. I don’t want you to leave me, Elizabeth, ever.”
Her expression is so beautiful. Tears well up in her eyes, not from sadness but from joy and relief and hope. I kiss her hard and deep. I never want to let her go.
She pulls away from me and I can tell there’s one more thing she wants to say, and I already know what it is.
“Tell me everything about Liana, Marco. All of it.”
I let out a heavy sigh and pull her close. I want to be holding her just in case she tries to pull away.
“Liana and I had a fling, yes. It was a while ago, about five years ago and we saw each other for about a year. She was the one who brought BDSM into my life.”
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